Page 33 of The Wife
“Do I get a kiss goodnight?” she asked, leaning towards me with a quiet sexy whisper.
“Absolutely,” I said, turning my head to her. I tried to get into it. She was hot, she was pressed up against me in this sexy-as-hell dress, her tongue was in my mouth and I was stroking it with mine, and it was fine. Then I pulled back and she pulled away too.
“You make me a little crazy, Jake. Which is actually kind of hot.”
“I like that we’re building to something here.” I had no idea what that meant, but it was something to say.
“When can I see you again?”
“When do you want to?”
“I would love another ride on Isabella…”
“Come out to the ranch tomorrow early. I’m talking sunrise early, and I’ll make time for another ride.”
“Perfect. Night, Jake.”
“Goodnight, Carol.”
She got out of the truck and I made sure she made it to her car safely. That it successfully started and I watched as she drove away. There were no thoughts in my head. I knew because I was making sure not to think about anything but the road in front of me.
I made it back to Long Valley and pulled up in front of the house. I was pleased to see Ellie’s car already under the portico. I got to the front door and pulled my keys out only to find the door wasn’t locked.
Damn it! How many times did I have to tell her she needed lock the door when she was home alone? I let myself inside and glanced at the clock. It was not yet midnight and I had absolutely no problem waking her up to have this fight.
This wasn’t like her annoying habit of leaving her shoes and boots by the door, this was dangerous and I wasn’t having it.
I took the steps two at a time and got to her door. I stopped when I heard a sound on the other side.
A whimper. Then a gasp.
Holy shit. They were sex sounds. It was happening. She was having sex with someone else right now while I was standing outside her door. I reached for the door handle with this instinct I had to stop it. I had to protect her. Except I could see the door was slightly ajar.
Sometimes her door didn’t close right unless she locked it.
I was helpless against it. I had to know. I looked in (it was not peeking). Just looked through the fissure and I could see her on the bed.
She was alone.
Thank God! The relief was so stunning I almost fell to my knees. I was literally breathing hard and it was because I had been holding my breath. Alone. Not with another guy. She was having a dream or something?
I took another look.
No. She was awake. Her back was arched, her head angled back. She had her hands between her legs and she was…
Oh shit.
I immediately backed away from the door. Good bet I was a sick fuck for looking in the first place, but I wasn’t going to compound my mistake. I stood there against the wall and I heard her groan.
Only it wasn’t a satisfied sound. More like she was annoyed about something. I heard this loud thump as if she’d thrown something across the room. Then the house was silent.
As quietly as I could, I made my way down the hall and back to my room.
I got undressed, brushed my teeth, and got into bed. I took a couple of tissues with me.
When I wrapped my hand around my hard dick, I told myself the whole time I was thinking about Carol in her sexy black dress. About what I was going to do to her the next time I saw her.
Yeah, when I spit on my hand, then worked the head of my cock hard, it was all about Carol.
